Me: “What would you like to give A for her birthday? Amy: “A pony.” Me: “My Little Pony or a toy horse that looks real?” Amy: “No. A real pony.” Me: “Um, I don’t think A’s mother would like that gift.” Amy: “Then she can give the pony to me.”
Tommy – Play WoW with one hand and use other hand to keep a steady flow of sugar input for ultimate gaming (or just pointlessly swimming around islands). Wrappers are piled proudly on desk. “I’m just not hungry for dinner.” Sarah – Candy vanishes into room and is eaten in secret. Piles of wrappers are […]
The bugs at our house don’t believe in fall. They are still out in force, denying the imminent cold. Evan: “Ew! Fly! Yucky! Eeeeek!” Amy: “It’s alright Evan. Flies don’t bite. I’ll kill it for you.” Amy chases the fly until it is trapped and proceeds to squash it. With her bare hands. Amy: screaming […]
Tommy: “Sleeping until noon is goood.” Sarah: “Zzzzzzzz.” Noah: “Can I have a sleepover?” Amy: “I miss school. Can I go back tomorrow?” Evan: “Ameeeee play. Outside.” Dad: “No carpooling!”
Amy: “No, but I need a lunch for the pumpkin patch tomorrow.” Noah: “Uh, no. We’re not doing anything tomorrow.” Tommy: “I did it between classes.” Sarah: “I only have to make a Trojan horse. Do we have popsicle sticks?”
Amy’s Daisy Scout leader was calmly explaining recycling to the girls. She asked if anyone did any recycling at their house. I cringed when Amy’s hand popped up. “My brother takes out LOTS of trash at our house.” Don’t tell Al Gore.
“I’m going to an art college.” Me: “I would prefer that you wouldn’t.” Everyone who knows me well knows that I spent a semester here. I don’t think that semester makes me a hypocrite. I think that allows me to speak from experience. If I hadn’t transferred to a liberal arts college, I wouldn’t have […]
I love you. Your maternal grandparents think you are hysterically funny. Your Sunday School teachers think you are very sweet. At home, you resemble a gremlin. When I saw Elizabethtown, I was distracted from the visually appealing train wreck of a movie by the Samson character and his resemblance to you, my son. When I […]
“I’m touching my balls.” “What?” “My eyeballs.” “P and I are gonna play Jethro Tull songs when we have a rock band, cause they have a flute player.” “Evan lost one of my juggling balls and I can’t practice any more.” “How many are left?” “Five.” “Watch Boing-Boing.” “There’s no tv in our car Evan. […]
“You like Evan better than you like me.” Since Evan decided that the rocking chair is his personal tv viewing spot, Amy has suddenly become interested in it. I turned on a cartoon and Amy raced to the previously ignored chair. As soon as he realized a cartoon was on, Evan went to the chair. […]